Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

More hidden raise the endless depths above
all finite dust beneath, than hides your love
for me—transparency intuited
because such honesty as love cannot
but peak around the walls we hope contain
it. Shulammite, why not return, return?
Your breach of faith, your love held quietly:
are you afraid you’d cheat on Him or me
by true confession love—love I discern
has always dwelled on hopes you’d ascertain
your final life within my love. And what
is faith but trusted love requited?—
find faith in me, then hide in me your love
and final trust: with truth, no cheated love.

Does love peak, peek, pique around the walls
at love uncertain?

Perhaps.

I peeked
and ran away

shrieking!

yo' pick.

torn between two lovers.

trusted love requited. I get mixed signals in this.


love lots